I like running. My mental health likes running, to the extent that my dose of lithium was decreased slightly. My thyroid most definitely does not. Since I started, just over three months ago, I have found it hard to lose weight I'd started to gain again (and I have to be more careful than most as diabetes is just a bowl of cocoa pops away) and my bloodwork numbers have both plummeted and risen five fold, depending on which test you're looking at; I've had an underactive thyroid for nearly 20 years now.
Bit of a bugger, really. Last night I went out for a run and in acknowledgement of the fact that I was dog tired I decided on a slow 20-minute run. Couldn't even go for five minutes at my normal pace. Felt really pissed off. Went with five-minute running intervals, interspersed with three minutes of walking.
I now have lovely muscly knees but my inner thighs are like bloody marshmallows; my trousers are slowly turning into 'jeggings' (oh, how I hate that word).
Watching my calorie intake like a hawk, keeping it to about 1200kcal / day (including eating back exercise calories) to mitigate against the hypothyroid-induced weight gain.
Rant rant rant, moan moan moan. Feel my pain, people!